tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424364424049242300.post5403137224976903621..comments2023-06-21T18:53:11.897+10:00Comments on Pykk: a formless and black mass which all of a sudden passed from the depth of night into a blazeUmbagollahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556344092820711893noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424364424049242300.post-56807595795115686002011-09-04T04:09:41.595+10:002011-09-04T04:09:41.595+10:00Heh heh heh, I didn't see that. "Shall I ...Heh heh heh, I didn't see that. "Shall I write about donkeys in this one, or maidens? Or donkeys with maidens? Or maidens with donkeys? And how many maidens? And how many donkeys? Indoors or outdoors? A stable? A house? What will they eat?" A poet could make a whole career out of conjunctions of maidens and donkeys.Umbagollahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14556344092820711893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424364424049242300.post-15264963941534621602011-09-03T22:07:28.742+10:002011-09-03T22:07:28.742+10:00Wikipedia says this about Francis Jammes: "hi...Wikipedia says this about Francis Jammes: "his poems are known for their lyricism and for singing the pleasures of a humble country life (donkeys, maidens") - I very much like the words they have chosen to put within those bracketszmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.com